Claiming Their Mate(9)By: Vella Day
Keeping her head down, she rushed up the walkway. She fumbled in her bag for her key, and when she finally retrieved it and stuck it in the lock, it wouldn’t work.
Her anxiety ate at him. “Let me.” He wanted to check out her house anyway.
He wouldn’t put it past Mendez to know where Chelsea lived already. However, during the walk up her path, he hadn’t detected any werewolves in the vicinity. He pushed open her front door.
She dashed inside and inhaled. “It’s good to be home.” She dropped her purse on the table by the door, kicked off her heels and sighed. She faced him. “Thank you again.”
“I want to look around.”
“Because I said so. Stay here.” His tone must have come out harsh enough, because she didn’t shoot back a retort.
He walked into a bedroom, came out, and passed through the dining room to the kitchen. No one was there, allowing him to push the tension aside. “It’s good. Now we need to talk.”
Her jaw tightened and she winced. “I’m tired. Can we have this discussion another time?”
He felt sorry for her, but she had to know what was at stake, besides her life. If she called the cops, there would be a record of the crime. Any CSI worth his salt would find traces of dried blood and that would be bad.
“Why don’t you take a shower and change, and when you’re done we’ll have our talk.”
She cocked a brow. “I might be an hour.”
“I’ll wait.” It unnerved him that she didn’t trust him, but he totally understood humans. “Let me know if you feel sick.”
He backed up and sat on the sofa. If she thought he’d leave her here unprotected, she was dead wrong.
She held up both palms.
Here it comes.
“How about giving me space tonight, and I’ll fix you breakfast tomorrow morning? We can chat then.”
He cocked a brow. “You’re asking me to spend the night?” He knew she wasn’t, but he wanted to lighten the mood by flirting with her.
Her mouth opened and formed a cute little O. “No. I mean you need to leave and come back tomorrow.”
Drake propped his feet up on her wooden coffee table and wrapped his hand behind his head. “You might have a concussion, and someone needs to watch you. Either I can drag you into the shower and scrub you clean myself before tucking you in, or you can do it yourself. Either way, when you get out of bed in the morning, I’ll be here.” He held up a finger. “That’s after we talk tonight.”
She huffed out a few breaths, clearly looking for something to say that would get him to leave.
“You aren’t going away, are you?” She finally understood his resolve.
“Fine.” She whipped around and stalked back to her room.
He smiled the moment she locked the door. He was almost tempted to show her locked doors would not keep him out, but for Chelsea’s sake, he’d wait for Kurt. The two of them would decide how best to handle her.
A picture of her strapped to the wall passed through his mind’s eye. His cock knew the best way to handle her. He leaned back and let his imagination go wild. Her tits had been spectacular, so full and supple. Thinking about them got his cock hard, and he was forced to adjust his balls. He sat up. Focus. You’re not here to have sex. That would come later.
The whole premise for being here was because he believed Mendez wouldn’t stop until Chelsea was dead. Christ. First Couch had gone after Liz Wharton, and now Mendez wanted Chelsea out of the way. The sad part was that Chelsea hadn’t brought any of this on herself.
Less than twenty minutes later, a car pulled in front of the house, and Drake shot to his feet. He peeked out the window to make sure it was Kurt. He released his breath.
Carrying two suitcases, one in each hand, Kurt walked up the sidewalk and waited for Drake to open the door for him.
Kurt strode in and set the bags down. “How is she doing?”
“Nothing short of dragging her out of the house will make her leave. I’m worried about her and what she might do. She’s been talking about calling the cops.”
“Crap. We need to come up with a plan.”
“What do you propose?”
“If she’s that determined not to budge, then I want to scope out the place and check for possible entry points.”
Drake waved a hand. “I already did that, but feel free to have a go at it yourself.”
Kurt nodded and studied each window. Once done with the living room, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned a minute later. “They could come through the back door, the front entrance, or break the windows. The good news is that it’s a one-bedroom, so there’s not much to watch.”